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Nat Z. Punx
she says it occurs to me that maybe you aren't warming up to me because i haven't been honest with Rate it:

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The Owl
Alfred Lord Tennyson
whirring sail goes round; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in theRate it:

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While Gazing on the Moon's Light
Thomas Moore
too far Each proud star, For me to feel its warming flame; Much more dear That mild sphere, WhRate it:

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Yaksha the Great
Friend of Yakshsa
sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I tRate it:

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COMPANION TO INCIDENCE
Hubbs
fade away as they slowly melt Without global warming from the collective consciousness there is solRate it:

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60 Newest Poems By Mario W. Vitale
ario William Vitale
the shore and grasses curled by the win Yet, warming in my palm, the measurer of his days seems to Rate it:

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Keeping Me Whole
Kurt Philip Behm
there Spoken aloud, they lodge in my soul Warming my heart, —and keeping me whole (Villanova PRate it:

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1989-2017 Poetic Work Of Mario William Vitale
Mario William Vitale
chill to pass I saw the sun, so bright and warm warming the earth after the rain the buds and leavRate it:

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A Desolate Shore
William Ernest Henley
horrible old man, Mumbling old oaths and warming His villainous old bones with villainous talk - ThRate it:

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A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret.
Richard Lovelace
sacrifice. XIII. And now my warming, cooling breath Shall a new life afford in deRate it:

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A Modern Kitchen
Nikhil Parekh
for softening curd, tetra burner cooking range warming milk, large butcher knives for slicing jacRate it:

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A Portrait
Christina Georgina Rossetti
and the sun's last ray Shone through upon her, warming into red The shady curtains. In her heart shRate it:

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A precious—mouldering pleasure
Emily Dickinson
think— His venerable Hand to take— And warming in our own— A passage back—or two—to make— To TimesRate it:

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Ash Wednesday
John Keble
in secret sees, perchance May bid His own heart-warming ray Toward thee stream with kindlier glanRate it:

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Dear Old London
Eugene Field
cheap; And, oh, the quaint old bureaus, and the warming-pans of brass, And the lovely hideous freRate it:

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Fragments from 'Genius Lost'
Charles Harpur
such silence as the matron dove Preserves while warming into life her young, Over the secretely-disRate it:

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Frederik Hegel
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
soft-hued sheerness. His memory is, as-when a-swarming The cold blasts first Of winter burst- The Rate it:

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Go, Little Book - The Ancient Phrase
Robert Louis Stevenson
labour done, she takes Poor Otto down, and, warming for our sakes, Perchance beholds, alive and neaRate it:

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Highland Hospitality
Robert William Service
that his couch may cosy be, And as a human warming pan Prove Highland Hospitality." So hearing sounRate it:

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Homelight
Gene McSweeney
tight! Carry me swiftly, Red Ball Jets, To the warming beam of my homelight.Rate it:

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I Inconsolably died
Nikhil Parekh
enchanting moonshine; compassionately warming the complexion of the tawdrily blackened night with; Rate it:

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Italian Girl's Hymn To The Virgin
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
tremble with a sense Of grief to be; - I hear a warming low Sweet mother! call me hence! This wild Rate it:

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Le Mauvais Moine (The Bad Monk)
Charles Baudelaire
the pious entrails Brought to an austere chill a warming paint. In the times when Christ was seedeRate it:

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Life, Love And Humanity
Nikhil Parekh
escalating fires; for compassionately warming up frigidly deteriorating souls; wholesomely drenchedRate it:

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Lines Written On Hearing The News Of The Death Of Napoleon
Percy Bysshe Shelley
livest THOU still, Mother Earth? Thou wert warming thy fingers old O’er the embers covered and coldRate it:

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